Quotes

“This was just after the fall of leaves, but long before the dropping of bombs.”
  – Clean Ponds

“Why can’t, for once,
history go on vacations
and leave us all alone?
No more wars and invasions,
everyone lowers their guns
and just goes home.”
— Ceasefire (After Ungaretti)

“This was how village life went for us kids: every aspect of life was governed by supernatural forces. It seemed village society never got to the social stage of worldly disenchantment. I could never really figure out how anything real got done. I would just see shopkeepers, tailors, farmers, all walking around the streets apparently doing nothing and somehow all the work would still get done. Clothes would still get made; crops would still get planted. I never figured out who was responsible for disease control, or law and order. There was no sign of government apart from election slogans painted on walls. Life was a bucolic painting with magical realism undertones.”
 – Wailing in the Night

“A lone warplane screeching,
shattering the sound barrier,
batters an omen
against the eardrums
of mutilated youth:
that there’s nothing that works but bloodshed.”
— A Day of Silence

“For every sawed-off leg,
every disfigured cadaver,
I shall not rest till I deliver
you all to The fucking Hague.”
— Listopad

“To think that in an era
where humanity can reach
into the hearts of distant nebulas,
folly rules sovereign on earth.”
— Zeitgeist

“Far too often
we of professed
Abrahamic faiths—
Jews, Muslims, Christians—
blatantly deny
the fundamental tenet
of our religion:
That one day
we must all
face God.”
— People of the Book

“We’ll have to detach from the noise.
We’ll have to talk to each other.
The world will live again
flowers will blossom
songbirds shall return
to the gardens.”
— Fortress of Solitude

“Love, like dandelions in spring
let us be radiated
in the light and heat
of explosions.”
— Like Dandelions in Spring

“A pleasant moss has grown over
the walls blackened
with snow and stain.
If you take your earbuds out
you may hear barked orders
and the crack of rifle butts;
these walls have kept everything
even the scratch marks of fingernails.”
— On The Genealogy of Evil

“And I swear to the above heaven,
that whenever, if ever
we should once again
find ourselves made of the same substance
or synchronized on the same frequency,
there is no doubt
we shall meet again.”
— Was it or not another life?